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Amelia Denari

"I'm sorry for deceiving you."

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a character in “Cain's Wanderers”, as played by 10tanksonawall

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Age: 19
Wanderer
Mark of Chaos: Located on the back of her right hand, the Mark of Chaos grants Amelia a handful of powerful abilities which she can use at the cost of putting strain on her own body.

Amelia fights with her sword, a finely-crafted two-handed sword half as tall as she is, often channeling her Mark's power through the sword itself. She is a skilled fighter with the weapon, but has limited training with other weapons. She does, however, have some training in unarmed combat.
Mark Abilities:
Pulse -- Given the nature of this power and how little it tends to drain her, Pulse is the one that Amelia most often uses. Manifesting as a blast of energy, this ability violently throws whatever it hits backwards. Amelia often plays this off as a huge blast of wind from Venetus.
Surge -- Another of her often-used powers, Surge drastically increases Amelia's strength and agility for a few minutes. However, afterwards, she often finds herself weak and tired. She usually plays off this power as a blessing from Vulkaan.
Break -- Aptly named, Break shatters its target's will and leaves them mindless. Though they will eventually return to their senses, using Break often leaves Amelia in just as bad a shape as her target.
Collapse -- A last-ditch ability, Collapse completely drains Amelia of energy, and releases it in a single, powerful blast. After using this ability, Amelia is always left helpless for an extended period of time.

Personality: Amelia is a Wanderer, but you would never know by talking to her. She is eager to make friends and helps others whenever she can. She is often the first to respond when a problem surfaces, and is usually the last to be satisfied that the problem has been resolved. She is an idealist, and can be a bit naiive. She also often doesn't realize when she pushes too far. However, she always means well. She is also pacifistic, and prefers not to resort to violence at all, preferring to find alternative solutions to problems. When forced to fight, though, she fiercely protects others, often without a second thought to her own safety. No matter how badly wounded she gets, if she can swing her sword, she's going to keep fighting.

Likes:
  • Helping out
  • Getting along
  • Peaceful solutions
  • Equality

Dislikes:
  • Seeing others get hurt
  • Not being able to help
  • Violence
  • Discrimination

Pros: Helpful personality, supportive, driven
Cons: Naiivety, Recklessness, somewhat socially awkward

History: Amelia grew up never knowing her father. Her mother took it upon herself to mold Amelia into a kindhearted woman. Because they moved around a lot, Amelia learned how to make new friends quickly. She never liked being alone, and would quickly find new friends to surround herself with. However, she always felt distant from her friends. They would all talk about how the Gods had blessed their families, but no matter how often she prayed, the Gods never seemed to answer her prayers.

Her Mark appeared when she was sixteen. She woke up in the middle of the night to a painful burning sensation on her right hand, and saw a scar seemingly burnt into the flesh on the back of her hand. When she asked her mother about it, she learned for the first time that both of her parents were Wanderers. Her mother explained the history of the Mark, and what it meant for Amelia's future. However, Amelia swore that she wouldn't let the Mark change who she was.

She lost her mother that night. A mob approached their house, and started beating her mother before her eyes, before turning on her. She blacked out, and when she woke up, the sun was starting to peek over the horizon. She was surrounded by bloody corpses. That was the day that she left, and began searching for the man who was her father.

So begins...

Amelia Denari's Story

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Despite a promising start to the day, the sky had darkened by mid-morning, and the early fog had been replaced by a steady drizzle before noon arrived. Considering that the roads had yet to completely dry since the storm that had blown through the area a few days ago, the roads, though not impossible to navigate, were dreadful all the same. But it wasn't just rain. A steady wind blew the rain, making conditions even more miserable.

Amelia pulled the cloak tighter around herself as she walked, and lowered her head so that the hood would protect her face from the stinging droplets. She knew that she was on the right road. The sign she'd passed an hour ago had pointed her in this direction. While she was used to life on the road, she'd been wandering for about three weeks now, and desperately wanted to rest in the comfort of civilization for a day or two before continuing on.

When the wet sucking of mud underfoot was replaced by the light clatter of cobblestone, Amelia looked up. She was in town. Smiling slightly, she looked around. There weren't many people outside at the time, and those who were moved quickly, trying to limit their misery as much as they could. Most of the buildings were houses, with a few shops thrown in. Amelia saw the hanging signs of a blacksmith, a stable-master, and a local inn that seemed to double as a pub.

Amelia decided to head towards the inn, hoping to get some decent food. She crossed the street, scraped the mud from her boots off at the threshold, and walked in, hood lowered. She nodded at the innkeeper as she passed his desk, heading for the drunken sounds on the tavern.

She walked into the tavern, found an empty seat, and sat down, waiting to be served.

Before that happened, though, a man with a bottle of liquor in his hand and the stench of alcohol on his breath walked up to her. "Yer in mah seat." He slurred.
Amelia looked up at him. "I've been walking in mud and stinging rain since mid-morning. My legs are sore, my head hurts, and now, a drunk is asking me to get up from an empty table so he can fall of the seat after he passes out? No thanks."

Normally, Amelia would have simply gotten up and moved. However, she wasn't exactly feeling very polite at the time. She was tired, hungry, and really didn't want to move.

The drunk moved suddenly, putting his face inches from hers. "Ah dun care 'bout yer day. Yer in mah seat, an' yer gun move, or ahm gunna move ya mahself."

Her gloved fist hit him right in the side of the head. He went down, hard, hitting the wood floor with a thunk. A couple of his friends, all mostly sober, came up, apologized for his behavior, and half-carried, half-dragged his unconscious form out of the tavern.

Amelia sighed, rubbed her hand, and waited to be served, ignoring the stares that she was getting from some of the more sober patrons.

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There were many things Rosalie liked about her job. She liked moving through the tavern, mingling among the patrons, talking and laughing like old friends. She liked the inkeeper, a kindly man with an adorable daughter named Sinda who Rosalie played with and kept her company on those days when business was slow and the girl's witch of a mother was not around to spoil the fun. She liked those days when there was something to celebrate, like a wedding or a birth, and the air would be filled with merriment and good cheer that made life feel worthwhile. What she did not like was having to clean a drunk man's vomit off of one of her better dresses.

Silently cursing the drunkard that ruined her good dress, she scrubbed at the cloth. Maybe if she scrubbed hard enough she could minimize the damage to a wearable degree, or at the very least get rid of the stench that clung to the dress and had started stinking up her room, which she couldn't even air out because of the rainy weather that threatened to douse her and the dress with chilly water if she even tried.

"Rose! Rose! Come quick!" A small voice yelled from behind, startling Rosalie. She whirled around and saw that it was Sinda.

"Good gods child, have you never heard of knocking?!" Rosalie snapped.

"Sorry." The girl meekly said, shrinking away from Rosalie's wrath. She noticed that Sinda had a distressed look on her, and Rosalie instantly regretted being so harsh towards the poor kid.

Her face softened a bit. "There, there, it's all right," she said in a soothing voice, "I'm not mad sweetheart, I'm just a little startled, that's all. Just try to knock next time, alright?" The girl nodded. "Now what's the matter? Why the sudden bursting into my room?" She asked.

"A drunk guy was bothering this lady, and then he got real close to her so she clocked him right in the head! And now I think they're gonna fight, and Mama's not here, so ya gotta get down there! Ya gotta get down there now!" Rosalie wasted no time running over to the pub area, ready to get her hands dirty and break up another drunken brawl. "Fourth time this week," she grumbled to herself, "Fourth time this week I've had to do this. Do these people not have nothing better to do?" The answer was yes, she decided. They wouldn't be here if they did.

When she got down there, Rosalie was surprise to discover that instead of the loud commotion she had been expecting, the bar was actually rather quiet for once. Save for a few murmurs, there was virtually no sound. Many eyes turned to her as she entered, and her presence was acknowledged. She surveyed the scene, then went over to one of the regular patrons, a kindly (if a little bit melancholy) man who liked to come in every week, and asked him what had happened. "Ah, it was only Erik, trying to pick another fight," he replied, "He tried to start something with that little miss over there, but she gave him a taste of what he deserved. No need to fret Rosie, he's gone now, dragged off by some of his friends. The little miss is still there, though." He pointed in the direction of where the girl was sitting.

Rosalie looked at her and wondered how she could have taken out that big brute with a single punch. She was barely even a wisp of a girl; looked like she was only a little older than Sinda. Rosalie thanked the man for answering her, put on her best smile, and went over to the table the girl was sitting at.

"So, I heard you clocked Erik in the head," Rosalie cheerily said when she got to the table, "Good for you-the lout had it coming to him for a while now. So, what'll you be having today?"

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Amelia sat there for a little bit longer, waiting for a server to approach her. It didn't take long for a woman (she used that term loosely, 'woman'. The server seemed younger than she was, though not by much) to approach her table, wearing a warm smile along with her barmaid uniform. It was the smile that caught Amelia's attention: it didn't seem forced at all.

"So, I heard you clocked Erik in the head." The barmaid said cheerily. "Good for you - The lout had it coming to him for a while now. So, what'll you be having today?"
Amelia smiled back at the server. "Something light for now. I've been on the road for about a month now, just came into town for a decent meal, a roof over my head, and a bit of social activity."

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The server smiled, and replied "Well, if that's what you're looking for, I have no doubt that a pretty lass such as yourself will have no trouble finding it." Amelia blushed at that. She wasn't used to getting complements that freely.

"Now, if you're looking for something light, I've got just the thing. How does some pinenut bread with cheese and..." she paused for a moment, thinking, and then continued. "Some nice hot tea with honey sound?"

Amelia smiled and nodded. "That sounds great, actually. Thank you."

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The girl smiled and nodded. "That sounds great, actually. Thank you."

Rosalie noticed a blush creeping onto the girls cheeks, and had the sudden urge to reach in and pinch them. She restrained herself and nodded. "Coming right up."

Before she left for the kitchen, Rosalie gave a serious look to the girl, and added "Oh, and if those men give you any more trouble, don't be afraid to call for me. I'll make sure that they never bother you ever again. The name's Rosalie, by the way."

Rosalie turned and walked away.

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As Rosalie walked away to fill out her order, Amelia wondered at how nice and caring she was. It was refreshing to meet someone on the frontier that wasn't entirely focused on their own well-being. That kind of selflessness, Amelia felt, belonged to people few and far between. Even Amelia herself was currently considering Rosalie as a Companion, purely out of selfishness.

However, the more she thought about it, the more she realized that she had absolutely no idea who Rosalie really was. Did she have a home here? A family? What was her history? How would she react to Amelia being a Wanderer? What would happen to her if they were discovered together? Amelia didn't want to cause such a nice girl any trouble like that. Not if she could help it.

She resolved to learn a bit more about Rosalie, but she didn't want to ask any of the other patrons. Better to get the information straight from Rosalie herself. So, she waited for Rosalie to get back with her order.

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Sinda came in just as Rosalie was putting the honey with the tea. The little girl watched her for a minute, than said "That girl was scary." Rosalie gave her a surprised look.

"Really?" Rosalie asked, "She doesn't look like that to me" But then who am I to judge her like that? She thought to herself. After all, she did just go up against one of the strongest men in the village, and she won.

Sinda shook her head at that. "No, she's scary alright. Strong too, but mostly scary. You should've seen her fighting, Rose."

Rosalie set the tea on the serving tray, carefully so as not to spill a drop. "I should hope not. If I were to see her fight, then that would mean that there is a brawl, and I'd have to break it up." She turned towards Sinda. "And I do not want to clean off this dress again."

Rosalie grabbed some bread and cheese, put it on the plate, then set it onto the tray. "She's not that scary, you know." Rosalie said, "She seems to be a sweet girl to me. Why don't you go talk to her? Introduce yourself as the madame of the establishment." Sinda shook her head. Rosalie sighed. "No? Well fine. Then go make yourself useful and start washing these dishes." she said, pointing to the pile of dirty dishes. Sinda scurried off to the pile and started picking up plates to take to the washbasin. Rosalie picked up the trey and took it out of the kitchen, heading towards the customer who was waiting for it.

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Amelia smiled as Rosalie came out of the kitchen with her food. Rosalie set the food down in front of her. "Thanks." Amelia said. "Are you busy right now?" She asked. "I don't really know anyone here, but I'll be staying for a day or so. It would help if I could get my bearings."

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The girl smiled at her when Rosalie put the food onto the table. "Thanks." The girl said. "Are you busy right now?" she asked. "I don't really know anyone here, but I'll be staying for a day or so. It would help if I could get my bearings."

Rosalie considered the question. It wasn't a new one. Maybe it was because Rosalie was a barmaid, or because she just looked like the kind of person who was willing to help out (which she was anyway), or maybe a mixture of the two, but whatever the reason was, visitors (and there were a lot of them- settlers mostly, heading out to the frontier) were often asking her to take time off from work and help them get settled for their stay. Back when she was new to the village herself, she hated the question. She never knew how to answer it, barely knowing the area herself. Nowadays, it was all just standard procedure.

Rosalie supposed it couldn't hurt to take a short break and show the girl around. And Madame was out as well, which meant that Rosalie would have the chance to get off work without any repercussions. Anyway, once the rain cleared up, the tavern probably would as well. Most of the people were only here only in here to wait out the storm. The storm... Rosalie glanced out the lone window in the room. It really wasn't letting up. There was no way to go out in these conditions...

Rosalie suddenly remembered the girl, and the question she had asked. The girl was still sitting there, smiling sweetly, patiently waiting for Rosalie to answer. "Oh," she said, "That depends. What exactly do you need? I'm not sure I can do much more than point you towards the inkeeper for a room, at least not until this weather clears up."

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Rosalie seemed to drift off into her own thoughts for a bit while Amelia waited for her response, but the response came eventually.
"Oh," she said, "That depends. What exactly do you need? I'm not sure I can do much more than point you towards the inkeeper for a room, at least not until this weather clears up."

Amelia nodded. "I'll probably end up getting a room here, but there's still a few more things that I need. Supplies, for example, and my tent's getting close to it's expiration date, too. Is there a specialty store in town that deals with traveling supplies, or would I have to hope the general store has what I need?"

Amelia paused, debated whether she should ask what was on her mind, then continued. "Also, I'm looking for a traveling companion, and I was wondering if you knew anyone that wouldn't mind tagging along."

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The girl nodded. "I'll probably end up getting a room here, but there's still a few more things that I need. Supplies, for example, and my tent's getting close to it's expiration date, too. Is there a specialty store in town that deals with traveling supplies, or would I have to hope the general store has what I need?"

Rosalie opened her mouth to answer, but the girl beat her to it and continued. "Also, I'm looking for a traveling companion, and I was wondering if you knew anyone that wouldn't mind tagging along."

Rosalie considered this question. As with all the other times she had been asked that question, she had the vaguest urge to volunteer herself, get out of this... life she'd gotten herself stuck in again. Maybe find the person she was looking for. But as with all urges, she had to resist this one. For goodness sakes, she didn't even know the lass's name, let alone her backround, or the person she really was.

But still, what Rosalie saw was a young girl who was travelling all alone, in need of someone who could help her out for a day or so. Surely there was no harm in doing that? And this girl was obviously a traveler, perhaps she knew something about the person Rosalie was looking for. It was unlikely that the girl knew anything, but Rosalie at least had to try. But now wasn't the time to bombard the girl with questions of that sort. If Rosalie helped her, then there would be time for that later.

"I see. Well, I can't do anything about that now, but when the weather clears up and I'm done with my work, I'd be glad to take you around town and get you what you need. Maybe we can even find someone to travel with you, yeah? But, what's your name? I need to be able to find you later."

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"I see. Well, I can't do anything about that now, but when the weather clears up and I'm done with my work, I'd be glad to take you around town and get you what you need. Maybe we can even find someone to travel with you, yeah? But, what's your name? I need to be able to find you later."

Amelia nodded. "My name's Amelia. Thanks for taking time out of your day to help me out around here. I think I'll just get a room for now. I'll see you later!" She finished eating, left some gold on the table, and headed to the front desk, where she got a room for the two days she'd be in town.

It was a sparsely-furnished room on the second floor. A bed, dresser, and table were the only pieces of furniture in the room. The bed had a blanket, sheet, and pillow on it. Amelia threw her traveling pack on the bed and opened it, taking stock of her resources.

"Tinderbox is about half-full. I might need to refill it soon. My flint's pretty worn down, too. Then there's the matter of the tent..." She looked over the tent's canvas. There were several holes in it from the hail that had fallen a few nights ago. That storm had been an unpleasant surprise.

Done taking inventory, she simply got onto the bed, and stared up at the ceiling. Her mind wandered to thoughts of her late mother and unknown father. She would find him, she told herself. She wanted to know why he had left them.

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The girl nodded. "My name's Amelia. Thanks for taking time out of your day to help me out around here. Thanks for taking time out of your day to help me out around here. I think I'll just get a room for now. I'll see you later!" Rosalie nodded back and left.

Rosalie spent the next hour going about her business, serving drinks to all the patrons and making merry. Sometimes, she'd glance back at the table where the girl -Amelia- was eating. When the chair was empty, Rosalie finally went back over to it. Amelia had left a few gold coins as a tip, which Rosalie gratefully pocketed as she began clearing off the table.

Staring wistfully out the window, she wished for the hundredth time for the rain to let up, and for the weather become beautiful once again. Rosalie sighed and went back to work.